Who on Gods earth was calling you at 1:00am.

You checked your phone seeing the name 'Derek Morgan' flashing up.

You couldn't have a case. You'd only just returned from one this evening. Which meant.... One of them was drunk and needed a ride.

You'd bailed out of tonight's festivities, having had a banging head ache. That hadn't stopped Garcia, Morgan and Emily texting you constantly throughout the night, sending photos, voice messages and drunken texts.

They'd got progressively worse as the night had gone on. They really were like a bunch of college students when they'd been drinking. For FBI agents, you'd think they'd know better. But they didn't, and you couldn't judge too harshly. You'd sent a few of those drunken messages too when they managed to drag you out with them.

You swiped to answer your phone, pleased to realise that your headache had eased off, sleep obviously being the cure for everything.

"Dude, what the hell.....?"

Morgan chuckled at your opener. "Hello to you too little Kitten." He used his pet name for you.

"Why are you calling me at 1:00am and interrupting my beauty sleep?"

"Kitty Cat, you don't need any beauty sleep. You're as hot as they come."

"Flattery will get you everywhere and anywhere. But I'm not coming to pick one of you up... Not after last time. Get a cab."

"I know it will.... And I'm not calling for a ride. In fact, I'm calling to warn you that you might very shortly, have a night time visitor."

"Garcia?" Occasionally when Penny had been out on a date that had ended badly, she'd call in on you on her way home for a girly gossip. You only lived ten minutes from her apartment.

But you could hear Garcia in the background.

"Nope.... Pretty Boy's drunk."

"Spencer is drunk? I thought he didn't get drunk after the Tequila Incident of 2012." You hadn't been part of the team then, but you'd heard stories of Spencer and Emilys all night Tequila binge which had resulted in them waking up in a doorway of a grocery store with a shopping list that read "lemons, lemons, salt, lemons."

No one was a 100% sure exactly what had happened that night, but whenever Tequila was mentioned, both of them would dry heave.

"Well he's hammered. He decided he liked the taste of Long Island Iced Tea cocktails..... I'm really surprised he couldn't taste the Tequila in them."

"What exactly makes you think he's on his way here, Morgan?"

"Erm.... Well we may have been teasing him about his crush on you, Kitty Cat."

It was no secret that Spencer had a thing for you, the boy had barely been able to speak to you when you'd first joined the team. As time had gone on and you'd become friends, he'd opened up more and more and now he only blushed when you caught him off guard with a flirty remark. Which was still quite often.

You liked making him blush....

What the rest of the team didn't know, was that you had a thing for him too. He was kind and lovely, intelligent and funny when he wanted to be. And beautiful. The guy had cheekbones and a jawline to kill for.....and the habit he had of biting or licking his lips when he was concentrating.. Ugh.

You'd kept your feelings hidden though, deciding that Spencer probably would believe you anyway and not wanting to complicate things. It wasn't that he like liked you anyway, it was just a crush. One thing you had told yourself though was that if he ever actually admitted it to you, face to face and away from the teasing busy bodies that were Derek and Penelope, then you'd admit you liked him back.

But that was never gonna happen.

"You tease him all the time Morgan. What's new?"

"Well he disappeared about fifteen minutes ago, saying he was going to find a Kitty Cat to pet.... And seeing as there's no pet shops open this late. Well he's either in a park somewhere abusing the local feral cats or he's on his way to you."

"Fifteen minutes ago? Why are you only telling me now?"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"We didn't think he'd actually gone... But erm. Sounds like he's here. Be safe Kitten! Use protection!" he hung up before you had chance to yell at him.

You hauled yourself out of bed and tied a dressing gown around your waist before going to your door and checking the peep hole.

It was Spencer. Grinning stupidly at your closed door.

This was either going to be very very bad, or hilarious.

Let's hope for the second one.

You opened the door and he stumbled, having been half leaning against it.

"S'up." He said with a goofy smile on his face. "How's my little Kitty Cat."

Ugh, he really did smell like a brewery. Why hadn't they stopped him?

"Spencer you don't say 'S'up'. Or call me 'Kitty Cat'. What gives?"

"I say it now.... I'm cool too. Just like Morgan and all the other guys you like." He was slurring ever so slightly.

"Nope, what you are, is drunk. Come in. I'll put the coffee on."

You held the door open and he walked in, nearly tripping over his own feet and grabbing onto the coat stand that you had by the door, almost sending coats flying everywhere. You put your arms out to steady him, gripping his forearms tightly.

"Why am I here?" He asked you solemnly, suddenly looking around in confusion.

"Fuck Spencer, you're so wasted it's not even funny. Why have you got into this state?" His eyes were having trouble focusing and his coat was buttoned up wrong, his scarf loose around his neck.

"Dereks fault.... " You pulled the scarf loose and unbuttoned his coat, slipping it off his shoulders with ease and hanging it up. He wobbled again. There was no way you could send him home.

You led him into your kitchen, parking him in front of the fridge where he could lean and not cause too much trouble. You set about making strong black coffee.

"Did Derek force the drinks down your neck?" You asked, realising how much you sounded liked a parent.

"Nuh huh. But him and Penny kept buying me shots... And they were blue... The same blue as you."

"The same blue as me?" You were going to kill Morgan, he'd neglected to mention that they'd been doing shots.

"Same blue as your eyes... And when I said that it was like I was drinking your eyes, they started making fun."

You burst out laughing at his phrasing seeing him pout and push his hair back behind his ear.

"You're laughing at me like they did. I'm such a loser."

You poured hot water into two mugs and started adding sugar to Spencers mug.

"I'm only laughing because it's cute what you said. And your sooo not a loser Spencer. Far from it."

"I soooo am. When you first started, I could barely speak to you. That's why I had to get drunk tonight! So I could speak with you! That's why I'm here!" He sounded like a kid who'd suddenly remembered that it was Christmas tomorrow.

"Do you think maybe you could speak to me tomorrow when you're sober?" You added a splash of cold water to his mug. Knowing his co-ordination levels, he'd probably manage to throw steaming hot coffee down him. And that wouldn't be fun.

"I won't be able to tomorrow." He shook his head, his hair coming loose again.

"Sure you will."

"Nope. I won't be drunk tomorrow. And I'll remember you telling me to get lost."

"Spence, I'd never to tell you to get lost." He looked like a puppy right now. One you wanted to hug, because you knew what he was going to say and you knew what he thought you'd say.

"Yes you will. If you find out I like you, you'll think I'm stupid. Cos I'm weird and no one ever likes me. That's why I have to be drunk to tell you. So I'll tell you in a while okay... "

You wanted to laugh at him so badly. But that was mean and it would hurt his feelings. Why couldn't he just be more confident!

"Spencer, you just did. And... I know already. I've known for a while."

He looked confused. "Known what?"

"That you like me."

He clasped his hand over his mouth. "Oh my god, who told you!!"

"You did. Just now......"

"Did I?" His brow furrowed.

"Yes. You had to get drunk to come and be able to tell me you liked me remember. Because you think I'll reject you."

"Because you will...." And now he looked liked a puppy who'd been kicked. You moved closer to him and placed your hands on his arms.

"If you tell me when you're sober, I promise I won't reject you Spencer. Because you know something. I kinda like you too."

"You do?"

"Uh huh. But you're so drunk right now. You need coffee and then sleep."

"Nope... What I need is.... " He suddenly went pale.

"I need to be sick...." He turned on his heel and half ran, half stumbled to your bathroom. Moments later you heard retching.

Sighing, you quickly texted Morgan.

"He's here, and he's vomiting. Blue shots? Thanks guys..... "

You locked your door and grabbed a can of full fat coke and three bottles of water, abandoning the coffee on the counter.

Going into your bedroom, you placed water either side of your bed along with the coke.

You pulled your bed cover back down and switched your bedside light on rather than the overhead and then went back to the kitchen in search of a bucket and kitchen roll, setting them by the side of your bed too.

You heard the toilet flush a few times signalling he was finished.

Giving him a few minutes more, you grabbed one of the water bottles and walked into your bathroom. He was kneeling on the floor in front the toilet looking very sorry for himself and holding his hair back.

"You okay?"

"My head hurts..... "

"Drink this. All of it." You uncapped the bottle and handed it to him. He took it, his hands shaking slightly and started to drink.

Finishing it, he swallowed a few more times before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Do you think you'll be sick again?"

He shook his head, wincing.

"Okay. Let's get you up." You held out your hands to him and together you managed to stand him up.

"I need to brush my teeth.... "

"You really don't. You're the one who told me that brushing after vomiting will rot the tooth enamel. Use the mouthwash if you have to and then let's get you to bed."

"Bed? My beds at home." He unscrewed the bottle of mouthwash, rinsing it around his mouth before spitting it out into the sink, suddenly looking appalled at himself.

"Y/N... I'm sooo sorry."

"Shush. Now bed. You can sleep in mine, it's big enough. It'll be just like when we fall asleep next to each other on the jet."

You led him into your bedroom and pushing him down gently onto the side of the bed you'd placed the bucket.

"I don't have my jammies."

Jammies....

"I don't have any that are quite your size. Just strip to your boxers okay. I've seen you semi naked before."

You'd seen all of the team in various states of undress, sometimes having to change quickly and having limited spaces to do it. It was nothing new.

He did as he was told, almost falling over when he took his pants off. You laughed quietly at him again.

When he was done he looked at you and you patted the bed next to you.

"Get in. And if you need to vomit, aim for the bucket."

"Okay.... I'm sorry."

"It's okay Spencer."

"No I really am sorry.... I'm so embarrassed."

"Go to sleep okay."

You flicked the lights off and settled down. Seconds later, he was snoring.

......

When you awoke the next day, he was still lying next to you but he'd rolled onto his side facing away from you.

He was no longer snoring and the rhythm of his breathing made you think he was awake.

"Spence?" You whispered.

Hearing your voice, he rolled onto his back.

His eyes were bloodshot and his lips looked dry and chapped.

"What happened? Why am I here? Did we.....oh god, did we?" He couldn't look at you.

"Did we have amazing sex last night, giving each other multiple orgasms? Gosh I'm hurt you can't remember. You said I was the best you'd ever had."

His eyes snapped onto yours, he looked horrified.

"Chill, Spence. That didn't happen. You turned up hammered, told me you liked me and then proceeded to decorate my toilet with blue shots and whatever else you'd been drinking."

He groaned loudly. "The shots... Ugh. The fucking blue shots."

"The ones the same colour as my eyes apparently. Which you wanted to drink."

He closed his eyes, wincing again.

"I'm in actual hell aren't I. It feels like I am, my heads pounding. Did I really say that I wanted to drink your eyes?"

"Something along those lines, yes."

"I'm definitely in hell. I'm sooo sorry. I need to leave. Except, I don't think I can move. It hurts so much."

You scooted closer to him and placed your hand on his arm.

"You're really not in hell and you don't have to go anywhere. Drink the coke, have a shower and brush your teeth. There's a spare toothbrush in the cabinet and I have a large hotel robe somewhere that I'll find for you. And then we can talk."

"I clearly did enough talking last night.... "

"You did. But did you do any listening?..... Like to the part where I said I liked you too."

"Wait, what?"

"Reid, I've liked you for ages. I was just waiting for you to make the first move cos I figured you'd think I was messing with you."

"And you're not?"

"No. Now go and have a shower. You reek. And I don't really wanna kiss you right now."

He shot out of bed so quickly and then groaned loudly, his head in his hands.

"Fuck. "

You laughed at him.

"Take it slowly Genius, there won't be any of that on the cards today. Maybe tomorrow."